"Tempting little sister" - читать интересную книгу автора (Watson J T)

CHAPTER FOUR

Two days had passed and Sharon was starting to feel horny again. Doug was still in the same foul mood. She wished she could remember the name of the insurance company where the young man had worked. She was tempted to call someone as she remembered the young man's firm cock filling her pussy so deliciously.

She knew that her feelings were wrong but she wouldn't have had to feel that way if Doug would take care of her needs. He was her husband. He was supposed to make her happy. He was supposed to give her enough cock so that she didn't have to look anywhere else.

"Damn him!" Sharon said out loud.

"Did you say something?" Doug asked.

"No," Sharon answered, "I didn't!"

"Well, Goddamn it, quit acting like you've got ants in your pants or something," he said. "Stand still or sit down."

"I'm feeling restless," she said. "Couldn't we go for a walk or something?"

"I'm too tired," Doug said. "Maybe I could go by myself," she suggested. "Go the hell on," Doug said. Doug was sitting on the couch drinking beer and watching a ball game. Sharon remembered the time when he wouldn't have suggested her walking without him. Walking together had always been one of their favorite times.

She couldn't even count the times they had kissed and fondled each other on their long walks. She could remember a time when they had been brave enough to make love in the next yard up against a tree.

"Couldn't you go with me, Doug?" Sharon asked. She sat down beside him, and stroked his arm. "I mean, we could have a much better time if you went with me."

Doug just wasn't interested. He took a sip of his beer and put it down beside him. "Goddamn it. Can't you see I'm watching the game?"

She got mad. It wasn't fair for Doug to treat her this way. Doug couldn't be that upset over her sister. She was sure it was something else, something deeper that was bothering Doug. Perhaps it was another woman.

Another woman would make sense. Doug had to be getting his pussy from somewhere. He had always had such a powerful sexual appetite. But Doug's having another woman was hard to believe.

Sharon slammed the door on her way out. She wanted him to know that she had left the house. The night air was cool. She didn't see anyone on the dark streets as she started walking down the sidewalk. She wasn't sure where she wanted to go. She just wanted to walk. Perhaps a little exercise would help the burning itch between her legs.

She had gone about a block when she heard the sound of breaking glass and then a woman's screaming voice. She saw a woman come running out of one of the houses and jump into a small car. Sharon stopped and it was good thing she did. A moment later the woman jerked the small car back out of her driveway without looking. Sharon might have been run over if she'd been standing there.

Sharon watched the red lights of the car disappear up the road before she looked back at the house. The door was still open and she could see lights from the living room.

She was curious. She knew it was probably the wrong thing to do. She had problems of her own and she didn't need to get mixed up in anybody else's. Still, she couldn't help the impulse that made her walk up the walkway to the front door.

She could see through the door into the living room. A tall, grayheaded man was picking up glass of the plush living room carpet. He wasn't a bad looking man. He was still young even if he did have gray hair.

"Hello," Sharon said.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I thought somebody might have been hurt," she said. "I came to help."

"Well nobody here is hurt," he said. "At least not physically. There's a lot of emotional hurt around here, though."

"Was that your wife I just saw leave?" Sharon asked.

"Yeah," the man answered. "I was going to go after her but then I decided what the hell. A night of peace might be good for me. Damn it!"

He had cut himself. He was holding his scratched thumb like he had been shot.

"I'm Sharon," Sharon said. "And you'd better let me do that before you hurt yourself badly."

The gray headed, blue eyed man sat back and watched Sharon pick up the shreds of glass. He liked what he saw. She was a real redheaded bundle of softness. He wondered what she had on under the coat. He also wondered why she had come to his door. Not many women would have.

"I'm Jason Rand," he said. "I like your name, Sharon."

Sharon saw in his eyes that there were a lot of things he liked about her. She began to get a little nervous. She picked up the shreds of glass and dumped them into a waste basket. He watched her all the time and she imagined a flickering of hunger in his face.

"Thank you," he said. "You're not leaving all ready."

Sharon had started for the door but he got there before she did. He shut the door.

"Let me make you a drink first," he said. "It's the least I can do."

"I have to leave," Sharon said. "What if your wife came back? She wouldn't understand my being here."

"She won't be back," Jason assured her. "She stays gone when she leaves like this. At times she's been gone a couple of weeks, but she'd never come back the same night."

"I still have to go," Sharon said.

"Just one drink," Jason insisted.

Sharon shrugged her shoulders. "All right. Just one. Then I really have to go."

Jason grinned. He knew what kind of game this sweet thing was playing. She had probably been lonely and her curiosity had led her to his door. Now she was getting nervous. Well, that was all right. Jason was used to dealing with nervous women.

That was one of the problems with his marriage. Jason had far too much experience with other women and he was still getting that experience. His wife would throw these fits every now and then. She did it only to prove that she still had backbone and that he couldn't treat her any way he wished. It never worked. She always came crawling back and he would go on with his worldly ways.

His wife hated being used like he used her, but she couldn't stay away. She loved his cock too much. She also loved the things he did to her.

Jason fixed Sharon a drink and made her sit down on the couch before he gave it to her. He watched her sip the strong drink. She was nice looking. He could see the outlines of her pert tits underneath her coat.

He wished she'd take the heavy coat off. He wanted to have a good look at her body. He appreciated what he saw but it wasn't enough.

"You live around here, Sharon?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "Just down the street."

"It's awfully dark for a pretty woman like you to be walking alone," he said.

"I'm all right," Sharon said. "Tthis is a nice area. Nobody would dare bother me around here."

"I don't know," Jason said. "There's a lot of lonely husbands around. They might not be able to resist you. A woman like you doesn't come along very often."

Sharon brushed back her thick red hair from her eyes. She gave him a nervous smile. She could feel the alcohol working in her, spreading its warmth through her body. Doug would probably be missing her soon. This was not the time to start thinking about sex.

Yet, she couldn't help but think about sex when she stared at the slender, distinguished looking man. She'd never really met a distinguished looking man before. Jason had the quality of a gentleman about him.

"Do you like your drink?" Jason asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"I hope I didn't make it too strong," he said. "I like a strong drink. I don't drink much and I like a good stiff one to begin with. It kind of makes the blood boil but it doesn't make you drunk. Don't you think so?"

"I suppose," Sharon answered.

He was staring at her and Sharon got the sudden, uncomfortable feeling that she was a tasty meal ready to be devoured. Jason was no inexperienced young insurance salesman on his first call. Jason would not fumble. He would take charge and she had the feeling that he really knew how to love a woman.

"Take off your coat," Jason said.

She didn't want that. She suddenly didn't want to be left alone with him. It was too dangerous. Jason knew too much. She wouldn't ever be the same once Jason finished with her. She put her drink down and got to her feet.

"No," she said. "I really can't stay. My husband will start to worry."

This time his eyes were ugly and hard. She felt weak. This wasn't a man who liked to be refused. She had the sudden feeling that he could get violent. She found herself starting to unbutton her coat.

"That's better," Jason said, smiling.

She unbuttoned her coat and shrugged it off. She was dressed in a fluffy white pullover sweater and a short red skirt. She hadn't bothered to put on a bra and the points of her tits pushed at the clinging sweater.

"That's much better," Jason said. "You're a beautiful woman. You shouldn't try to hide yourself."

Sharon couldn't think of anything to say. She picked up her drink again and sipped the rest of the strong alcohol. She wanted to leave but she wanted to stay. She was confused. Hell, she really didn't know what she wanted to do.

She was both afraid of and attracted to Jason. He was a different kind of man from her husband. He didn't get his strength from working with weights. He got his strength from somewhere inside, a sense of always being right and in command.

"Yes," he said, after his eyes had swept over all of her lush figure. "Very nice. It's a shame your husband doesn't appreciate you like he should."

"How did you know that?" Sharon asked.

She could have bitten off her tongue almost as soon as she had spoken. He couldn't have known about the problems she was having with Doug. He had only guessed. He had trapped her, now, and he was really grinning.

"I can tell when a woman's not happy," Jason said. "I can tell when a woman has to look somewhere else for love. That's why you walked in here tonight."

"No," she said weakly.

"Sure it is. You were looking for something and now you've found it. Why be afraid? A good looking woman like you needs to be appreciated. Just like every other fine thing in life."

He had put his drink down and he was walking toward her. He kissed her very gently on the cheek and then on the lips. His lips felt so soft. He didn't pressure her at all except by his sense of presence.

"Put your arms around me," he said.

Her arms wrapped around his waist as he kissed her again. This time she opened her mouth to the gentle probing of his tongue. She felt hot and weak as she tasted his saliva and she wiggled her tongue against his.

"You're so very nice," he said softly. "So very soft and nice. A woman like you needs to be appreciated."

She knew exactly what he was doing but she couldn't stop it from happening. It wasn't like the decision she had made with the insurance salesman.

That time had been completely her idea. She had been horny and she had reached a decision that she was going to fuck him.

She didn't get to make the decision this time. He made the choice for her. Jason wanted her and he was going to fuck her. It was as simple as that.

"Come on," Jason said.

He took her hand and led her through the living room and into the back. The bedroom was plush also. There was a huge round bed. Sharon had never slept on a round bed before. She had somehow thought a round bed was something normal people didn't use. It was a bed made for movie stars.

"Do you like?" Jason asked.

"Yes," Sharon admitted. "Everything looks so… so wicked."

She shivered deliciously as he dropped his hand down her back and stroked her ass. She could feel his fingers clutching one soft buttock. Then the other cheek. She was starting to feel a little hungry.

"It is wicked," Jason said. "Very wicked. I've done a lot of good fucking on this bed."

"With your wife?" Sharon asked.

"With a lot of women. Sometimes my wife joins me when I fuck other women."

Sharon felt her heart pounding. This was not the kind of man she was used to. She was getting a vivid mental picture of herself and the pretty blonde she'd seen leaving and Jason on the same bed. It made her hot.

Jason stroked her ass for a few moments before he left her side. He sat down on the bed and leaned back with his head cupped in his hands.

"All right, honey," he said. "Let's see what you've been hiding all these years. Take if off. Show me your pussy and those big pointy tits."

His vulgar talk only made her that much hotter. She grasped the end of her sweater and tugged it over her head. He gasped as he saw her big firm tits poking at him. Damn, she had a pair of lungs on her. Her nipples were already getting hard. He could almost taste her sweet flesh in his mouth.

"Now the rest," he said.

She peeled out of her skirt and panties and stood naked before him. She had never been in front of a man who looked at her in the way Jason did. He both judged and appreciated her. She had the feeling he was comparing her to the hundreds of other women he had known.

"Very nice," he said. "You didn't fake anything. You're all real, baby. Now come over here. Let me watch you walk."

She gave herself an extra swing as she went to him. He reached up and caressed her nipples with both hands. She felt her nipples grow taut and aching. She gave a little sigh as he pulled her closer and his mouth touched the valley between her firm tits.

She felt his tongue licking her. He moved his mouth up the sides of both her creamy globes. He held them together and licked at her nipples. He didn't take them into his hot mouth. He only rolled them beneath his tongue. It was enough to make her squirm.

"You like having your tits sucked?" he asked.

"God yes," she groaned. "Oh yes!"

He made her stand straight while he popped one of her nipples between his teeth. He bit down on, her lust swollen tit very gently. Again she felt that tongue touching, caressing, arousing her like she had never been aroused.

Jason seemed to know something about sucking tits that her husband and the insurance salesman hadn't known. He used his mouth differently somehow and it made her itch.

He moved his lips down her belly to her flat stomach. He kissed her navel. That tongue of his darted into the tiny hole again and again. He then moved his lips lower to the top of her curly red bush.

"There's nothing I like better than having, my nose in pussy," he said. "I like the smell and the tangy taste of pussy. Especially housewife pussy. Sweet housewife pussy!"

He made her step back as he kissed her soft thighs. He caught some of her red pubic hair in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it until it was wet with saliva. He seemed to be enjoying himself in a way she couldn't understand.

She knew she was enjoying it. Her cunt was getting sloppy wet from her gushing pussy juice.

She moaned and her head fell back as he moved his face between her thighs. He was good with his tongue. He pressed closer and his tongue rubbed the wet entrance to her cunt.

"Oh God," she groaned. "Oh God in heaven!"

"Okay," he said. He pulled back his head. "Lay down on the bed, baby. Lay back and spread those legs. Don't be ashamed of yourself. Your pussy is beautiful. Spread your sweet legs open wide so I can put my tongue there."

"Oh Christ!" she moaned.

She lay back on the bed just as he had told her. She spread her legs open wide so that he was looking directly at the pink folds of her pussy. He grinned and licked his lips. He moved close to the bed and put his hand on her pussy mound. His fingers parted her juiced up pussy lips.

She moaned as she felt his fingers parting the folds of her cunt and slipping into her meaty inner cunt. He moved his fingers around so that he was touching all parts of her cunt. She cried again.

He was doing funny things to her. She could feel a hot sensation crawling up her spine. Doug had never made her so hot so quickly. Jason knew just what he was doing.

"That's a beautiful cunt," he said. "Really luscious looking. I can hardly wait to get my tongue in there. I'm going to eat the fuck out of you."

"Oh yes!" she cried.

She watched him strip down to his shorts. He had a good body. He wasn't muscular like Doug, but he was in good shape and tanned from the sun. He didn't take off his shorts and he laughed at the disappointed look in her eyes.

"That's all right, baby," he said. "I'm saving that for you to take off and it won't be long. I promise you that."

She licked her lips hungrily as she stared at the bulge in his shorts. It looked big enough. She wondered if she was right thinking that he would know how to use her. Then she looked at his face again and saw the confident way he looked at her and she was sure that he knew how to use his prick.

"I'm going to make you happy, baby," he said. "I'm going to make you really happy."

"Oh yes," she sobbed.

He dropped on his stomach at the edge of the round bed. He pushed apart her thighs and looked into her pussy. He licked his lips again.

"Beautiful," he said. "I'm going to enjoy this."

He kissed her soft thighs, moving his lips up to the juicy mound of her cunt. He kissed a little higher. He took some of her pussy hair into his mouth.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned.

He probed the tender petals of her pussy with his tongue. Gently he tongued the petals until her pussy lips had been covered with his saliva. He kissed her lust swollen mound again, pressing very softly against the lips until she could hardly stand it.

"Oh, eat me!" she begged. "Eat my pussy! I'm ready for you to eat me!"

He pushed his tongue into her tight hot twat and tasted her meaty, tangy pussy. She was good. He liked the sweet taste of her. He could taste her pussy juices flowing between his lips and he knew he was really getting her excited.

He moved his tongue around in a wide, hot circle. She moaned and thrust her ass off the bed. She was trying to get him to come closer but he had patience. He wanted her to enjoy this, he wanted her to remember it for some time.

He knew the value of taking things easy, of allowing the hot pressure to build until it would tear her head off. He had eaten enough pussy to know how long it took before she would go out of her mind with need.

"Oh, please eat me," she moaned again.

He touched his tongue against her tender hard clit and he felt her shudder. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive organ. She was nearly jumping off the bed.

"My God!" she cried. "You're making me feel so strange! My God!"

He sucked the tender little button between his lips and bit gently on it. A flood of sensation went through her. She buried her fingers in his curly gray hair.

"That's nice!" she cried.

Her fingers dug into his head as his face pressed closer to her pussy and he began eating her for real. He lost all his gentle touch. He began to suck at her juicy pussy like he was trying to suck her into his throat. His fingers cupped her ass and lifted her half off the bed. His tongue got deeper.

"Oh, I'm coming!" she cried. "You're making me come! I'm so hot! You're making me come! Oh, I love it! I love it! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her hot pussy juices flooded his mouth and he started to swallow quickly. She came with a lot of hot juice and he loved every swallow of her stuff. He gobbled her delicious flesh as she humped up to meet his hungry mouth.

"Oh baby," she moaned.

He moved his face from between her thighs as her body relaxed. He could feel his rockhard cock trying to force its way out of his shorts. He was ready. He moved up beside her and kissed her lips. His hands stroked her soft tits.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"Oh God yes," she moaned.

"Now you're going to do something for me," he said. It was not a request, but a command. Sharon felt her heart pounding. She knew what he wanted. Something she had never done for her husband. She was afraid not to.

He took her hand and placed it on his hard bulge. She could feel the burning heat through his shorts. He had a big one. Such a big dick just waiting for her, and she knew what she had to do. She couldn't argue with him.

And there was a hot excitement in her as she thought about it. She had never done it before, but perhaps she would have if Doug had forged her. She had thought about it. It had always seemed so vulgar. She had always known that she wouldn't suggest it herself, not until Doug made her.

"All right," Jason said softly. "Let's see how good you are. Hurry up. Get down there and wrap your mouth around my cock, baby. Hurry!"

"I've never done it before," she said. "I might not be good at it!"

Jason stared at her incredulously. He had never heard of a woman who hadn't sucked a cock in this day and age. It was a thing to do. Well, he was a good teacher. He would show her what he wanted. He was a little excited by her innocence.

"I'll show you," he said. "I'll tell you what I want. Just do like I tell you."

"All right," she reluctantly agreed.

She went down on him. She let her long red hair brush against his belly as she went down. She kissed his navel just as he had done for her. She kissed the top of his shorts. She could smell the strong odor of his sex.

"Go ahead, honey," he said. "Take my shorts off. Take my shorts off and take a good look at what I've got. You're going to like it. Every woman does."

She knew he wasn't just bragging. Somehow she knew that every woman had liked his cock. She peeled his shorts down his solid legs and he kicked them off. His cock was a monster. It was big and thick and had a purplish head. There were a few drops of cum boiling out of the end.

"I don't know if I can," she said.

"Sure you can," he said. "Kiss it. Show me how much you like a man's cock."

She brushed her hair back from her eyes. She bent her head and touched her lips gently against the bloated head. She tasted his love juice. She rolled a little drop on her tongue and she decided that it really didn't taste bad. She swallowed and felt the thick jism going down her throat.

"It's not bad, baby," he said. "You can do it. Go ahead."

She touched her tongue to the tip. She tasted more of his salty flavored juice. She wasn't sure what she should do and he wasn't giving directions. She opened her wet mouth and took the end of his cock between her lips.

His thick cock filled her mouth. He tasted so strong as she rolled his cockhead from one cheek to the other. She used her tongue and she could feel his prick growing larger.

"That's the way," he groaned. "That's it, baby. You know. That's sweet!"

She sucked more of his cock into her mouth, still swirling the tip of her tongue around his hot meat. She sucked his prick in deeper until she could feel his prickhead against the back of her throat.

He gave a low cry and grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her face closer against him until she had all of his thick cock in her mouth.

He was so damned excited. She could feel his prickjuice leaking into her throat. She left him deep in her mouth for as long as she could. There was something that satisfied her in having his prick in her mouth.

"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch! Suck it! Suck my prick!"

He grabbed both sides of her head and he began to guide her head movements. She had her red lips moving up and down his bloated cock, tasting more and more of his thick jism leaking into her wet mouth.

Jason was getting really excited as her hot mouth worked on his stiff flesh, but he wanted to fuck her more than he wanted to come in her mouth. His balls felt hot and heavy and he could already feel the liquid fire starting to shoot up his dick.

"That's enough," he said. He had trouble pulling her up from his cock. She wanted it too much. Finally he had to grab a handful of her hair and jerk. "That's enough!"

Her eyes showed disappointment. "Didn't I do all right?"

"You did fine, sugar," he answered. "You did real fine, but I can't wait to sample some of your sweet pussy. I want to put my dick in your hot box."

"Yes," she said softly.

He let her kiss the tip of his cock again and he allowed her to lick his dick and kiss his swollen balls. But he was getting too damned close to let her do much more. He finally tugged her head back up again.

"All right," he said. "Get on your back and spread apart those beautiful thighs. I want to put my cock in your sweet cunt. I'm going to fuck you, baby!"

She scrambled around and stretched out on her back. She spread her legs and lifted them slightly so that the pink lips of her pussy puckered like it was winking at him.

"Yeah," he said. "I like that. You do have a beautiful fucking cunt!"

He kneeled between her legs with his stiff prick waving at her. She saw the stiff organ glistening with her saliva and bloated with lust. The purplish head winked at her with a drop of cum. It made her pussy ache with a throbbing hunger.

"Ummm," she said. "I love that! I want to be fucked! I want you to fuck me!"

She took his hand away and wrapped her own fingers around his throbbing tool. She moved her hand up and down and her fingers got wet from his sticky jism.

She remembered how hungry he had been for his prick juice. It seemed so obscene, but she had actually wanted to suck him until he came. She'd wanted to swallow his cum. She'd wanted to taste the flavor of it and feel degraded when he pumped it down her throat.

Now she wanted to be fucked as badly as she'd wanted to suck his cock!

He moved between her legs and her dainty hand directed the tip of his cock snug against her aching pussy hole.

"Ummmm," she said.

He stretched out on top of her and mashed her tits against his chest. His mouth crushed hers, his tongue jabbed between her willing lips.

She spread her legs a little wider and his thick cockhead popped inside the tight walls of her cunt. He moaned as he felt the friction of her cuntlips surrounding his cock. She felt so damned good and tight. Her husband had to be a Goddamned fool to let stuff like this go to waste.

She sobbed as he moved into her. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks. She humped up to meet his thrust and she felt his thick cock stretching her cunt and filling her with his throbbing thickness.

"I love it!" she cried. "I love your cock!"

"I know you do, you hot little bitch," he grunted.

He started to move into her, his thick cock starting to get well lubricated with her juices. He moved quickly. She closed her eyes and listened to the hot sound of his fucking. She loved that squishy sound each time he thrust into her.

"You little bitch," he grunted. "You hot little bitch. Christ, I love your cunt!"

He fucked her harder and faster while his hands mauled her tits and his mouth kept pressing hungrily against hers. She couldn't remember ever being so excited. He was a man who really knew how to use his prick.

"Jason!" she cried. "Oh Jason, Jason!"

He sensed her rising excitement and he knew it was too soon. He slowed a little. He got into a steady rhythm that felt good but wouldn't make her come too soon. He liked the feeling of her urgency as she tried to make him move faster.

"Oh fuck me, Jason!" she moaned. "Please fuck me! Fuck me faster and harder!"

He took his cock out completely and he heard her soft cry of protest. He only laughed as he made her turn over onto her stomach. He reached around and fingered her tits as he pressed his cock against her snug pussy hole.

"You ever had it like a dog, bitch?" he said. "You ever had it like the bitch you are?"

"No," she groaned.

"Well this time you are," he said. "This time you're going to have it like a bitch in heat. Get ready for my cock, baby. It's going to be deeper than you've ever had it."

She turned her head so that she could see what he was doing. He was half kneeling, half standing. He pressed his prick against her pussy hole again and gave a brutal shove. She was bent double and she'd never felt a cock so deep inside her.

"Oh Lord!" she groaned. "That's fine. That's so fucking fine. Oh Lord!"

He really gave it to her then. He started to slam his thick cock into her pussy like he was beating her. He was tempted to take it out and shove it into her ass but her pussy just felt so good. He would wait for her ass until another time.

He fucked her faster as the liquid fire began in his balls again.

"You little cunt!" he cried out savagely. "You little bitch cunt! I'm going to flood your pussy with my cum! I'm going to fill up your fucking pussy."

"Oh yes!" she cried. "Yes!"

He reached around her again. He groped her hanging tits as he fucked. The hot fire was coming. He felt the first squirt make his cockhead tinge with excitement.

"I'm coming, you little bitch!" he groaned. "I'm fucking coming! Move your ass. Goddamn, it feels good! Oh, it feels so fucking good! Goddamn!"

"Oh yes!" she cried. "Yes, fill me up! I can feel you squirting! I'm coming too! I'm coming with you! Both of us are coming! I can feel your hot jism flooding my pussy. Ohyesitfeels goooooddddddd!"

Her orgasm shook her body violently. She ground her pussy against his prick as each shuddering spasm went through her. Finally she could stand no more. She had no more strength. His wet prick slipped out of her cunt and she fell exhausted to the bed.

He lay beside her and stroked her back and her soft round ass cheeks. Her skin tingled at each touch of his fingers. He bent his head and kissed her shoulder.

"That was fine, baby," he said. "I know it was fine for you, too. You'll have to come see me often. I can teach you many things. Maybe next time I'll let you swallow my cum. I know you wanted to!"

She jumped up from the bed like she'd been bitten. She started to realize just what she'd done. Perhaps she hadn't felt so guilty with the young insurance salesman. That had been one time of being unfaithful, and she hadn't thought about it.

But this man made her feel guilty. He had used her and she had enjoyed it more than she should have. She felt tears stinging at her eyes as she picked up her clothes. She dressed hurriedly and he never said a word. Perhaps he knew that he left her with a feeling that no other man might be able to give her.

Jason didn't have to make demands. All of his women came back for more and he was sure this sweet young housewife would.

Doug was in bed when Sharon returned. He never said a word about how late she had been walking and that hurt Sharon most of all.

It was like Doug didn't care anymore!